someone all because of traffic.
When I pulled into the parking lot and looked at the storefront, I shook my head.
BREE & MI
The letters were big and glowed at night.
I opened the door to the store and entered carefully.
There was a clean and inviting smell to the store.
Bree had a hell of a knack for this gig of hers.
I saw a woman staring at a basket, biting the middle finger of her left hand.
I approached her and cleared my throat.
When she looked at me, she gasped.
“You’re…”
“I’m not exactly sure what the hell that entire thing is,” I said with a smile, “but you should buy it. This place is amazing, isn’t it?”
“I’m…”
“Come on,” I said. “Walk with me to the register.”
The woman picked up the basket and carried it to the register.
That’s where Bree was waiting.
When she looked at me, she seemed a little bit annoyed. But when it came to the customer, she was on point.
I loved watching her work.
Watching her design the store. Watching her design the baskets and other gifts and all that good stuff. I may have hooked her up more than a few times with business, but what kind of guy would I be if I didn’t? I even offered to buy the place and build it out for her but she refused. She was too strong and stubborn.
I wasn’t sure what the actual deal was, but it was something between her, Mia, and Mia’s mother. This was their new location and that meant Bree got to live in LA full time. That also meant she got to live with me. I told her I was going to charge her rent, just so we didn’t cross the lines between business and pleasure. The only thing… I didn’t want the money. Her rent was paid in other ways.
Think about it.
“Thank you for coming in,” Bree said. “Please forgive the unexpected guest here.”
“I’m a huge fan,” the woman said. “I can’t believe this.”
“Do you have a phone?” I asked the woman.
She nodded.
I wiggled my fingers and she gave me her phone.
I took a selfie with her right in the store and then signed a blank piece of paper for her.
She thanked Bree and said her mother’s birthday was coming up, which led to Bree giving her a catalog and making it a point to make sure they talked again soon to get something together for the birthday party.
When the woman left, I smiled at Bree.
“Don’t smile,” she said. “I don’t need your help.”
“I know that,” I said. “But it’s nice to help.”
“Just shut up and lean over this counter and kiss me.”
“I’ll do one better…”
I walked around the counter to kiss her.
And when I kissed her, I picked her up and sat her on the counter.
My right hand moved faster, touching the inner thigh of her jeans and moving forward…
“Nope,” Bree said as she grabbed my wrist.
I growled. “You know how bad I want to fuck you in this store, right?”
“Yup.”
“And you’re going to dangle that over my head, aren’t you?”
Bree gently slapped my face. “I have no choice, Sab. You’re used to getting everything you want in life. It’s good to have something to work toward.”
I took a deep breath and shook my head. “How the fuck can I love someone so much?”
“I ask myself the same question every day of my life.”
“You know how fucking beautiful you look in this store? How happy you are?”
“I know,” she said. “You make me happy too, Sab.”
“I hope so,” I said. “This is still like a wild dream.”
“You want a wild dream? Go lock the front door. I guess I could take a fifteen-minute lunch break…”
I dipped my tongue between her legs and groaned.
I was the one getting the lunch break it seemed…
We were hidden behind the register with a blanket on the floor.
Bree made sure to turn the security camera off over the register so we didn’t put on a show.
I had her pants and panties off in a second.
And now she sat on the floor with her legs spread and her back arched, taking deep breaths as my tongue took deep strokes into her tight slit.
The tip of my tongue curled up and flirted with her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “We don’t have time for this… Sab… you have to get in me.”
“Not yet,” I said, taking a break from kissing my second favorite pair of lips.
Then I went back to kissing her.
Stroking her clit with my tongue.
Watching her put her hands to the blanket and lift